The captain's eyes trembled at the words. You can't win.
Every nerve told him the same thing—run—but he didn't move. He couldn't. Fear was a heavy thing, creeping slow through the chest, but he pressed it down until it turned into heat.
His breath deepened, rough and uneven, armor plates rising with each draw. Then—something shifted.
A faint glow stirred in his eyes, dim at first, then pulsing once like a heartbeat. Veins along his neck and arms bulged under the skin, glowing faintly with the same low hue. Thin mist bled off his body, curling upward as if the air itself recoiled from the heat building underneath.
Predator didn't move. Just watched.
Then—
BOOM~
The captain's boots crushed through loose debris as he launched upward. He twisted midair, body coiling, leg cutting a clean arc toward Predator's head.
Predator didn't even flinch.
